"Brady," answered Matt, "can have his air-ship back whenever he wants to show up and claim it."
There followed a brief silence, during which Matt noted that the wind was brisk, and from the north, and exulted over the speed the Hawk developed in the teeth of it.
Needham was first to break the silence.
"If I had my hat, and was able," said he, craning his head around to get a look at Matt, "I'd take it off to you."
The lad in the driver's seat made no response. He was hurrying toward South Chicago.
Where was the Eagle? The skies in every direction were clear and the other air-ship was nowhere to be seen.
Motor Matt, as he drove the air-ship steadily against the wind, kept close watch of the captured aeronauts.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
THE END OF THE MID-AIR TRAIL.